(Disclaimer in part one. Please bear with me for just a couple more
chapters with the flashbacks (which are giving me whiplash) and then we
will be back in the present. I promise.)
Broken Promises 4
Gand Jury Room 4
"Olivia could you please tell us what happened the day White died." Novak asked gently.
*flashback* Olivia was sitting up in bed. Her arms at her sides. Her wrists tied with rope that attached her to the headboard, giving her very little range of motion. Not that she had the energy to move. White sat down next to her with a bowl of soup. He blew on a spoonful of steaming liquid to cool it down and pushed the spoon past her lips into her mouth. She tried to swallow and failed. Instead she began to choke and gag. White wasn't surprised, she hadn't been able to eat for the last 3 days. He sat the bowl down on the night stand. He felt a sudden pang of guilt and lashed out backhanding her across the face."You bitch! I decide if you live or die, not you!" Olivia didn't scream in pain like she had in the past. She simply looked at him. He couldn't stand her silence anymore. He removed the belt from around his waist and brought it down hard across her thighs. Nothing, she didn't even flinch. White through the belt across the room in frustration. "Fine! I know one way to make you scream." He took the knife from his back pocket as he removed his pants. He pulled her down so that she was lying flat on the bed, putting the knife against her throat. He pulled up her nightgown and pushed himself into her with brutal force. When he got no reaction, he pressed the point of the knife into her already raw throat drawing blood. Olivia didn't scream or beg, just looked into his eyes. It was that look that finally broke him. He threw the knife away and grabbed her face with his hands shaking her screaming. "I hate you!" Even as he said it he knew it wasn't true. If he truly hated her he wouldn't be feeling guilty. He wouldn't feel anything at all. He suddenly burst into tears with the knowledge that he did feel something for her. Damm her!
White whispered into Olivia's ear. "I'm sorry." "SORRY!!!!" Olivia snapped out of the daze she had been in. Somewhere inside her she heard a voice scream at her NOW!!! Her hands were still tied but he had forgotten to put the rope around her neck. She searched above her head for it, finding it, she enlarged the loop to fit it over his head. He was too busy crying to notice her slip it around his neck.
White had been sobbing next to her ear when from nowhere he whispered into her ear that he was sorry. What was he thinking she would never believe that. How could she possibly forgive him. But for a man in love there was always hope and that's what he thought she was doing when he felt her hand brush his cheek. Through his blurry vision and crazed mind he didn't notice the rope slip around his neck. He did notice her legs suddenly wrap around his waist tightly. In his final moments White thought that perhaps....
Olivia saw White smile down at her as she wrapped her legs around him. She smiled back but not for the reasons he was thinking. With her legs around him she twisted with all her might, flipping him on his back.
White was taken by surprise. He was suddenly on his back with her above him. He tried to sit up and gasped for air as the rope become tight around his throat. He tried to remove it but couldn't use his arms. He struggled for breath.
Once he was on his back she knew she had to act quickly. Her wrists were still bound to the headboard but now so was he, by his neck. She quickly startled his chest and pinned his arms to his sides with her legs. She watched him as he struggled beneath her and prayed .
Richard White was dead.
Olivia pulled hard on the thumb of her right hand. Finally feeling it dislocate she slipped the rope off her wrist. One hand free .She set her thumb back into place with snap and untied the rope from her other wrist.
She was free.
Olivia was hit by a wave of exhaustion, but she couldn't rest, not yet. She cut White free of the bed grabbed him by his feet and dragged him off the bed, out of the room and out into the alley. She laid him out next to the trash not caring if anyone saw her or him. She looked down at him, as he lay amongst the garbage, she took the knife he had used on her and wrote her badge number on his chest with the tip. That way when he was found they would know she was alive. That thought filled her with a sudden hatred and she spit in his face. Good riddance to bad rubbish. She went back inside. Looking around the room she saw her coat and put in on over her nightgown. She also spotted the bag in which he had kept all of his money. Olivia grabbed it and her gun off the bureau. Seeing as there wasn't a phone she walked out the door past White's body in the alley and into the night.
Broken Promises 4
Gand Jury Room 4
"Olivia could you please tell us what happened the day White died." Novak asked gently.
*flashback* Olivia was sitting up in bed. Her arms at her sides. Her wrists tied with rope that attached her to the headboard, giving her very little range of motion. Not that she had the energy to move. White sat down next to her with a bowl of soup. He blew on a spoonful of steaming liquid to cool it down and pushed the spoon past her lips into her mouth. She tried to swallow and failed. Instead she began to choke and gag. White wasn't surprised, she hadn't been able to eat for the last 3 days. He sat the bowl down on the night stand. He felt a sudden pang of guilt and lashed out backhanding her across the face."You bitch! I decide if you live or die, not you!" Olivia didn't scream in pain like she had in the past. She simply looked at him. He couldn't stand her silence anymore. He removed the belt from around his waist and brought it down hard across her thighs. Nothing, she didn't even flinch. White through the belt across the room in frustration. "Fine! I know one way to make you scream." He took the knife from his back pocket as he removed his pants. He pulled her down so that she was lying flat on the bed, putting the knife against her throat. He pulled up her nightgown and pushed himself into her with brutal force. When he got no reaction, he pressed the point of the knife into her already raw throat drawing blood. Olivia didn't scream or beg, just looked into his eyes. It was that look that finally broke him. He threw the knife away and grabbed her face with his hands shaking her screaming. "I hate you!" Even as he said it he knew it wasn't true. If he truly hated her he wouldn't be feeling guilty. He wouldn't feel anything at all. He suddenly burst into tears with the knowledge that he did feel something for her. Damm her!
White whispered into Olivia's ear. "I'm sorry." "SORRY!!!!" Olivia snapped out of the daze she had been in. Somewhere inside her she heard a voice scream at her NOW!!! Her hands were still tied but he had forgotten to put the rope around her neck. She searched above her head for it, finding it, she enlarged the loop to fit it over his head. He was too busy crying to notice her slip it around his neck.
White had been sobbing next to her ear when from nowhere he whispered into her ear that he was sorry. What was he thinking she would never believe that. How could she possibly forgive him. But for a man in love there was always hope and that's what he thought she was doing when he felt her hand brush his cheek. Through his blurry vision and crazed mind he didn't notice the rope slip around his neck. He did notice her legs suddenly wrap around his waist tightly. In his final moments White thought that perhaps....
Olivia saw White smile down at her as she wrapped her legs around him. She smiled back but not for the reasons he was thinking. With her legs around him she twisted with all her might, flipping him on his back.
White was taken by surprise. He was suddenly on his back with her above him. He tried to sit up and gasped for air as the rope become tight around his throat. He tried to remove it but couldn't use his arms. He struggled for breath.
Once he was on his back she knew she had to act quickly. Her wrists were still bound to the headboard but now so was he, by his neck. She quickly startled his chest and pinned his arms to his sides with her legs. She watched him as he struggled beneath her and prayed .
Richard White was dead.
Olivia pulled hard on the thumb of her right hand. Finally feeling it dislocate she slipped the rope off her wrist. One hand free .She set her thumb back into place with snap and untied the rope from her other wrist.
She was free.
Olivia was hit by a wave of exhaustion, but she couldn't rest, not yet. She cut White free of the bed grabbed him by his feet and dragged him off the bed, out of the room and out into the alley. She laid him out next to the trash not caring if anyone saw her or him. She looked down at him, as he lay amongst the garbage, she took the knife he had used on her and wrote her badge number on his chest with the tip. That way when he was found they would know she was alive. That thought filled her with a sudden hatred and she spit in his face. Good riddance to bad rubbish. She went back inside. Looking around the room she saw her coat and put in on over her nightgown. She also spotted the bag in which he had kept all of his money. Olivia grabbed it and her gun off the bureau. Seeing as there wasn't a phone she walked out the door past White's body in the alley and into the night.